#wizardcharm

[denouemente]

he thought the reports of a moving house through his land were fake — he felt like it had been years since he saw the wizard howl, a man who, despite being human, was not afraid to traverse in faerie lands. OR AT LEAST IT SEEMED THAT WAY. why else would he come all the way to the night court? so far from the human lands. he was entertaining, at least. and it appeared feyre enjoyed his company too. perhaps he reminded her of a time long gone.

“ howl! come in, old friend. ” he grins, motioning for the other to join him. “ forgot to mention. we moved! oh, and i'm married now. lots has changed since we last saw each other. ” rhysand closes the door behind him, arms crossed over his chest as he saunters next to @wizardcharm, wings tucked loosely against his back. “ what brings you here? stuck again and needing my help? oh, you shouldn't have. ” YOU ARE SO UNBELIEVABLY FULL OF SHIT. he says back, which makes rhysand laugh, something clear and loud. “ only when i'm around you. ” his eyes squint, but he's grinning. “ come on. let me give you a tour before we get to the reason you decided to visit — there is a reason, isn't there? ”

[denouemente]

never in a million years did sophie ever imagine she'd leave the hat shop and end up sharing a castle with the WIZARD HOWL — he eats the hearts of pretty girls, you know! — sophie remembers thinking she'd never fall victim to such a thing, for she never considered herself worthy of such a target. SHE LIVED INSIDE THE CASTLE, not as an old maid, but as the woman he loved. her! she never thought she'd find love, especially when her sisters hadn't yet — but it had found her first. and she loved him — even if he was the most annoying man on earth.

she was cooking when she heard him approaching, and sophie turns to look at @wizardcharm with a wide grin on her face. “ hello, howl. ” she greets him, turning back to the sizzling pan. “ good to see i haven't scared you off. i've heard i'm rather stubborn. ” she muses, the smile remaining on her face even though she doesn't look at him. NOTHING COULD INDUCE ME TO LEAVE YOU NOW, he says, and she swears her heart skips a beat. how did he affect her so? “ that's interesting, because nothing could induce me to leave you either. ” she turns to face him, motioning with her hand for calcifer to turn down the heat as she walks over to the wizard, looping her arms around his neck as the smile on her face remains. “ wicked, wicked man. i think you've cast a spell on me. ” she leans forward, planting a kiss against the corner of his mouth. “ you're stuck with me forever, i'm afraid. if that's okay with you. ”

[slash-aaa]

HOWL PENDRAGON: YOU LOOK GOOD. AND HERE I'D FEARED YOU'D LEFT THIS ALL BEHIND. 'you feared for nothing, my friend. as if i could leave such a life in the dust,' willy gives the wizard a smile, inviting howl to join him in the office of his factory. 'did you come a long way? the last time i heard from you, you were far, far, far away in your incredible traveling castle,' willy tidies up a few of the loose pages on his desk, leaning against it before giving howl his undivided attention. in the background of their conversation, sounds throughout the chocolate factory can be here, mysterious and unfamiliar, but pleasant, nonetheless. 'i'd like to study that thing, some day, your castle - or at least see the inside. you're really stingy about that, you know. but i'll wear you down soon enough,' arms cross over his chest as he stares at the other. 'did you come to greet an old friend, or are there ulterior motives to your visit?' @wizardcharm.

[denouemente]

Q: i'm worried that i bore you. @wizardcharm.

A: howl was, perhaps, the most fascinating person that sophie had ever met. it's hard to believe that she ever believed the rumors surrounding him — OR THAT THEY EVEN EXISTED AT ALL. she understood why they did now, of course, but she found it funny. if they talked to him, even just for a second, they'd see it was nothing more than a FAÇADE. oh well! her luck. he's sat on a chair in their rather spacious library, which sophie rather easily plants herself on the armrest of. “ you're the most boring of all, dear. ” she leans down, planting a kiss against his cheek before wrapping her arm around his shoulder. “ so boring, in fact, i think you should tell me more about that book you're reading. i can think of nothing more boring than to hear you talk about it for HOURS AND HOURS on end! ” she leans closer to him, lips mere centimeters from his ear. “ i want to hear it, in case you haven't gathered that. ”